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Bella POV

We ended up at Paul's place as quickly as usual. He seemed to be able to push his motorcycle to the absolute limit when it came to getting a girl in bed. That didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was my need to take control of the situation. I wasn't going to let Paul mess this all up and end up literally killing me. He had had his chance to figure it out, and had he kept steering the ship we would crash and burn, sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I wanted him, he wanted me, what was so hard to get over. Sure, he was a commitment-phobe but so were a lot of people. They all got over it, and as soon as I figured out why he was that way I was going to help him get over it, too. But, first, I needed my fix. The partial imprint was driving me mental and I needed it to be satisfied, even if it meant just hooking up every once in a while till we could get to the bottom of everything. As soon as we got into his spacious bedroom, I stripped, not wanting to be teased or for him to get the upper hand. He quickly tried to grab me and lift me into his lap but I just shook my head. We were doing this my way. A small but intrigued smirk danced across his lips, mischief twinkling in his dark caramel eyes.

I slowly pulled his clothes off starting with his cut, then his shirt, and lastly his pants. He must've ditched his boots on the way in, the shifter speed still could surprise me every once in a while. He stood there in his boxers taunting me, "alright baby, show me what you got." was all he managed to get out as I pushed him firmly down onto the bed. Kissing him passionately and firmly, the imprint getting the best of me. Savoring his scent, his taste, his touch. He tasted like whiskey and chocolate and it drove me crazy. I started to kiss down his neck, gently sucking and caressing his skin. As soon as he would start to moan I would lift my mouth from his copper skin kissing him as light as a feather, teasing him. I continued my sweet torture until I reached his black boxers, which were straining to keep him in. I forcefully shoved them off as his bulge sprang free. A breath got stuck in his throat as I took the tip of his mass in my mouth gently flicking my tongue over his slit. A low hiss forming on his lips as he watched me intently. He usually was in control, and he was slightly on edge in the opposite roll. I liked it when Paul wasn't so cocky and showed any emotion that hinted toward vulnerability. I took the length of him in my mouth twisting and sucking loving the feel of him warm and sweet. His deep moans sending shivers down my spine and sending heat straight to the center of me. He came loud and jolting off the bed, his large cock still achingly hard. He was also tired of not being in control, so I let him take over. He got up as if he was stalking his prey, picking me up and placing me on his lap. I could tell this was a position he loved. He wound his hand in my hair, whispering into my ear, "I'm going to fuck you until you cant even imagine anyone else touching you." His sentry voicing rocketing straight through me. I felt cocky for once and quipped back, "Please do". He gripped my hips and starting grinding them into his center, my clit being stimulated by the friction making me want to cry out in pleasure. One long moan continued from my lips as he ground me into him, not giving me the satisfaction of being fully connected with him. He liked to talk when he was turned on and it drove me crazy, "Baby, I am not letting you leave this bedroom tonight. I always told you I would make you beg, but I don't think I have to tonight." I moaned louder, shaking my head, not being able to actually speak, the friction stopping just shy of ecstasy.

"Good." Was all he said as he began licking up and down my neck, kissing and nibbling just below my ear, the heat in me growing stronger and stronger. The imprint was betraying my intentions of wanting to take control but I didn't care, I needed him. I needed him more than anything I had ever needed in my life. I had never wanted to be fucked so badly. I always had wanted to make love and Paul always brought out the more raw and primal side of me. He made me not care what I said or what I had to do, as long as I had him.

Paul POV

I was at the bar as always when I heard two shot glasses hit the bartop loudly, I guess someone was thirsty. I turned around to see long brown hair, tight jeans, and a silky purple shirt. Then I saw her, it was Bella, and she looked fucking hot. The first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing a bra. Fuck. She never drank much so I guessed she was having a tough time. We all had been worried about her, but she looked better than she had the last time I saw her. I couldn't imagine what would make her feel that way but it was good to see her kind of on the upswing. She's a nice girl, and she doesn't deserve to always be so depressed, in a way it made me feel bad for her at times. But she was doing well and was successful so she hadn't let any of it get the best of her. I bought her a few rounds since she was really good company, and I missed seeing her as much as I hated to admit it. I had been a real ass the last time I saw her, like always, I had to work on that. We talked and laughed and finally we danced. We had been there a long while and I wanted to move my legs a bit and I guessed she wanted to move a little more. She pulled me out to some hip hop song I had never heard and pressed her tight ass against me swaying her hips surprisingly well to the beat of the song. As unexpected as it was, this wasn't our first rodeo together and I wanted her badly. I always did when I was around her. Not long after I was asking her to come home with me and she more than obliged.

She wanted to take control tonight and for the first time in a very long time I let someone take control. I let her tease me and I let her do what she wanted. It felt fucking amazing but also made me slightly uneasy.

I needed more contact from her as I ground her hips into me creating heat between us, I for once didn't need her to want me terribly. I knew she did, I knew she wanted me and needed me. She was going to melt like putty in my hands and I fucking loved it. She was so fucking hot and she knew some great tricks in the bedroom. I wondered where she had learned them. I got out of my own head, knowing she needed me completely I picked her up and seated her directly onto me. She moaned out, "Fuck Paul, oh my god." her lips vibrating near my ear as I continued to lift her up and down on me. The pressure was building inside her as I fucked her hard, she was tightening around me, her name constantly falling from my lips. She was shaking from pleasure as she came undone, "Paul, please, holy shit, don't stop, baby please, oh" her words lighting my insides causing me to finish soon after her.

We ended up a tangled mess in my dark colored sheets, her naked body draping over mine. I wanted to taste her, but more importantly I wanted to claim her, or my wolf did at least. He had never wanted to do that to anyone before, but he needed to mark her. I was going to have to hold back for tonight, not wanting to freak her out.